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Lil Wayne

Genres: Hip-Hop

Mona Lisa Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] 

I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee 

Hope it ain't too many feelings involved 


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 

I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles 

Getting drunk with these bitches 

And when they leave, they get followed 

Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her 

Then she let us in, we take all of your shit 

And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it 

I be with bitches that be with bitches 

That be with niggas with riches 

I tell her, "Get 'em" she say, "I got you" 

I say, "No, bitch, I say get 'im" 

And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy 

He hit it and sleep on her titties 

And she give us the word, we come through with AKs 

It's a stick up, she scream like a victim 

Now you feeling so silly 

I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feeling like Celie (ooh) 

Nappy ass dreads, what's that you say? 

Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh) 

You can get snaked, you can get faced 

I'll buy the bitch that you feeling 

'Cause you thought that she was an angel 

That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee 

And you telling your business, she tell me your business 

You tell that bitch what you're feeling 

All of the beans you be spilling 

To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillings 

She know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden 

She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit, we'll break in your home 

And take the specifics and meanwhile the bitch is on vacation with him so she don't get blamed 

We don't snatch chains, we find out addresses 

And we don't leave messes 

You only know that it's gone when you check it 

Then your first thought is to start second guessing 

She say, "What's wrong?" 

He say, "Nothing, keep resting" 

She say, "What's missing?" "How you know something missing?" 

He scratch his head, she say get back in bed 

And she gave him some head 

Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say 

Ooh, I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', popping bottles 

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed 

I be with bitches that know the bitches that's with the niggas we following 

Get them on the line, stay two cars behind and tell them hoes, don't be so obvious 

Mona Lisa 

Long hair, don't care, she handle the business and don't ever tell 

She bite the bullet and cough up the shells 

She tell 'im, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place" 

And if he say, "Yeah," then we meet him there 

She feed him lies with his silverware 

She don't want love, she just want her share 

I, know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his 

'Cause she tell him that it is 

So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears 

And then she tell me, and I be all ears 

And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him 

And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over 

I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you" 

She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier" 

We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up 

Walk up to the door and right before he knock, she open the door naked 

She left it unlocked 

They started French kissing so he didn't see moi 

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch 

Music up loud with his head in the cloud 

Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him 

Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown 

Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around, I ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down 

You know what it is, put your fucking hands up 

Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down 

And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her 

She a good actress and you a dead actor 

You'll be dead after we get what we're after 

If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh 

I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga 

But think for me, nigga 

Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga 

I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga 

She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga 

She slip something in it, now thank for me, nigga 

Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture 

Mo-mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas 

Pussy got you out of character, nigga 

You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga 

Take everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion 

We have your attention and now you're looking down a barrel though, nigga 

Now she looking for her pantyhose, nigga 

We just looking for the casserole, nigga 

But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga 




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[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne] 

Ah, everyday she wake up with a different color make up 

And I promise to go take her to the movie and the mall 

Chilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball 

Paparazzi looking at them both popping up and take a picture, uh 

Probably on a Internet blog 

In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother 

Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow 

Mona Lisa 

Pussy good enough, it got 'em sending into wars 

And he digging in it like he living in it 

Make a new religion with it 

Man a nigga 'bout to go against God 

Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird, when she asked him, did he want to make love in a yellow taxi 

Never gave two fuck, jumped in the backseat 

Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby 

Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie 

I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing 

I'ma call up again like I did last week 

Make good with the friend and I'm more jazzy 

Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley 

Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy 

Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me 

Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 

'Bout a motherfucking double standard, acting 

Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone 

But you sucked this dick, that's just nasty 

Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone (No) 

You fucking with Wayne? (No) 

Bitch, gimme your phone 

(No, let me take this call real quick) 

...lick me like a lollipop 

He on your fucking ringtone? 

Is that the shit that you do? 

Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videos 

Jump on the internet, watching his interviews 

I don't know what the fuck, lately gotten into you 

Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder 

Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? 

The pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma daycare after school 

And she never did charge her 

You scandalous as fuck, and I hope you blow up 

You know what, I get buck, let me go get my gun, I got one in the chamber 

I'm plannin' on aimin', God dammit, you know that the damage is done 

Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress 

I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess 

So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killing that pussy I'm killing myself 




[Outro: Lil Wayne] 

She say, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa 

Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa 

She say, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa 

Now he get the picture Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah 

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